It’s good to be back home, and back in the friendly environs of CO Nation.
My trip north went well. Since I wanted to stop and see my mom and sister in Tennessee, and to go up and hang out with the cousins in Illinois, I drove for the nearly 2500-mile round trip.
That gave me time to catch up on some podcasts and listen to a few books on cd along the way. I’m listening to CS Lewis’ That Hideous Strength for the first time in a long time, and it’s as gripping and weird as I remembered.
And I was able to make the entire trip without being killed by an intoxicated illegal behind the wheel of a semi who bought his CDL for 5,000 rupees from Ken-Doll Newsom in California. So I’ve got that going for me.
Regular readers will remember that my mom has Alzheimer’s, and in August my sister and I finally had to move her into a memory care place in TN, near Rhonda’s home. After a rough transition and a lot of struggles all around, we checked out a couple of more places, and have arranged to move her into a place that we think will be a better fit for her shortly. Those of you who have gone through this know how fraught the process can be, and we have learned some hard lessons.
When I got to Illinois, the cousins and I drove up into Wisconsin, and enjoyed some cool weather and beautiful fall foliage. On my way back south I stopped by Ottawa, Illinois to spend a contemplative hour at my maternal grandparents’ grave, which is beneath a maple in a pretty cemetery beside the Illinois river.
Since we don’t have much of a fall here in Florida, I really appreciate October up north, which always evokes nostalgia and childhood memories of Halloween, diving into piles of leaves, and hayrack rides, followed by hot apple cider and maybe some roasted marshmallows.
Of course I didn’t have the chance for all that on this trip. But I felt lucky to be able to spend some time on a cool, sunny autumn afternoon talking to my grandparents. (I don’t know whether they can hear me, but I know where they are, and I suspect that they do.)
As usual during travel, I only caught bits and pieces of the news, but it seemed to be a continuation of the foolishness and absurdity that we’ve gotten used to.
I saw that the usual suspects got together for the second annual “No Kings” extravaganza, and that they’re now 2-for-2. Last year and this year they loudly and self-strokingly demanded that we not have a king. And for the second year in a row, we don’t have a king. So…mission accomplished!
(Please don’t anybody tell them that the reigns of Emperor Haile Selassi Obama and Sir Auto Pen are the closest we’ve come to having a king in nearly 250 years. They are so satisfied with themselves, and they can’t maintain that if outside reality intrudes into their bubble.)
I also saw that the big blue cities are still hell-bent on self-destruction. Commie Mamdani appears to be on a glide path into the mayoralty of NYC, with his campaign slogan of, “Flee Now, Productive Citizens, Inshallah!”
And another lefty with more than a dusting of Somali “Allahu akbar” is set to edge out Jacob “Wussy McPussington” Frey as mayor of Minneapolis. Poor Minnesota! Jazz Hands is their Governor, brother-marrying jihadi Ilhan Omar is one of their House reps, and Amy Klobuchar is one of their senators.
And now Mogadishu-St.Paul is going to be stumbling toward sharia law. Well done, Gopher Staters!
But elsewhere, there’s a lot of good news happening. Red states continue to do pretty well, and Trump continues to troll the eminently troll-able. Especially entertaining were AI presentations of Trump and Melania in royal robes and crowns on “No Kings” day, as well as Trump in a Top Gun situation, dropping a few metric tons of fecal matter on the kind of protestors who have been spewing the same at us for many years now.
I also have two other heartening stories. The first comes from Oxford, England, where regular readers may remember that a Nigerian-Brit creep named George Abaraonye (whose name is not worth spelling correctly again) was elected the president of the Oxford Union back in June. Because: DEI.
He had been one of the students Charlie Kirk debated there in the spring. Charlie had been polite and respectful, and mopped the floor with Georgie, intellectually speaking. Alabastard, on the other hand, acted like a total douche. His conduct and arguments were as unsightly as his appearance. (He wore slippers, sweatpants and a black t-shirt to an Oxford debate!)
So when Charlie got murdered by a leftist spouting mainstream leftist talking points, Abalone checked all the boxes to establish himself as the quintessential leftist a-hole.
First he posted a tweet celebrating the assassination. (Check.)
Then, when he began to get blowback over his egregious behavior, he lied like a coward, claiming that he had posted one terrible tweet “in a moment of shock.” (Check).
It then turned out that he had posted other similarly awful tweets a bit later. Because of course he did. (Check.)
In subsequent weeks, more and more influential figures began to protest Abhorrent’s hateful behavior. Prominent speakers who had been scheduled to debate at the Oxford Union began cancelling. Members of Parliament began criticizing Oxford, and the university finally published a condemnation of George, with the weak-sauce “his views don’t represent us” ploy.
So G. Abominable played the victim, claiming that his hateful remarks were “shaped by the context of Mr. Kirk’s own rhetoric” and whining that he had now become the target of “racist comments and threats.” (Check.)
Finally, on October 18th, the Oxford Union took a no-confidence vote on Acrimonious. They needed a two-thirds vote to oust him as president, and they got 5% more than that.
After checking another leftist box – Abysmal smeared his opponents, claiming that a vote against his hateful arse was “a victory for hate” – he completed the leftist Bingo card by…wait for it…becoming an election denier.
Check and mate!
His supporters pitched a fit, accusing the voters of “procedural sabotage and intimidation,” after which Appalling then did what we in the States call “pulling a Stacy Abrams.” He defiantly declared that he was “still president-elect.”
Okay, Georgie.
Thank God Biden’s ghost is not still president, or George would come here illegally, the Dems would declare him a citizen, and he’d be their next nominee for President.
Finally, I want to give a shout-out to an unlikely group: the family members of a black criminal shot dead by a white cop.
On October 9th, Elijah Wilks, 26, was shot by a plainclothes cop who had been on his way to work. The police told the Wilks family that Elijah had driven recklessly, cut off the cop and caused a minor collision, then stopped his car, got out and pistol-whipped the cop once with a handgun, after which he pointed the gun at the cop. The cop shot him, killing him.
The Wilks family initially said they didn’t believe the cops’ narrative, and demanded to see the dash-cam footage from the cop’s car. The police showed them the video, which corroborated the police account.
Now this is a story we see every day in America, and it always seems to unfold the same way. The family cries racism, proclaims their family member a saint who was brutally killed for no reason, and engages a racial arsonist like Al Sharpton.
Sometimes they do this because they’ve imbibed the racial hatred of leftist propaganda. Sometimes they see a big payday that can be gained from spineless authorities who are terrified of racism charges, bogus or not. And sometimes, I’m sure, they do it because they honestly think their family member was innocent.
But in this case, the Wilks family rose above all that. After they watched the dash cam video, they gave a press conference. They had hired an attorney named “B’Ivory LaMarr,” who violated the Simpson Rule of Odd Apostrophes, to wit, “Never Trust a Man with an Odd Apostrophe in his First Name.”
But B’Ivory is B’atting .1000, because he announced, “I don’t think I’ve ever given a press conference and said this, but we will acknowledge that we do believe that this officer-involved shooting is justified.”
Elijah’s aunt said that her nephew “made a decision that he should not have made, and that’s just something we have to live with.”
And LaMarr concluded with, “Our hearts and our prayers go out to the off-duty officer. I’m sure that he’s going through a healing process.”
Seriously, I nearly teared up when I read those words. I can only imagine how painful it is to lose a family member like that. And I’d guess that your grief is made even worse when mixed with anger at him, when you discover that his death is entirely his own fault, and the result of his own stupidly reckless behavior.
At a terrible moment like that, and despite all of the toxic anti-whitey and anti-cop hatred you’ve been immersed in, I admire your ability to tell the hard truth, and to extend your sympathy to the man who was forced to kill your loved one.
B’eautiful job, B’Ivory, and good on you, Wilks family! You’ve earned some peace, after Elijah’s death.
Hamas and Trantifa delenda est!
Martin Simpson 
Hahahaha! You found an awful lot of ways to spell a**hole wrong!! Great job!!
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